« Will Self, the journalist who was acccused of taking heroin while travelling on the Prime Minister’s… » Mais la couleur de tes yeux : noire. Outside of society. The world as we receive it at the moment through television, newspapers… « Real reality ». Toi, l’océan. Les nuages, les fumées, les smokings. Et le corps ! I do retain odd mystical views about this. I don’t think that the future is dicoverable by looking ahead. Pour le cheval, le horse. À travers à travers l’estuaire. Scrappy fields for the horses.Left alone, comme un child. What was once a human being. With heart, with love affairs...